Not A Fiction Post.

[skecherod]

It's strange, the slow movement of winter to spring, the miniscule transitions in weather that remind me of better feelings, of warmer times where there would be no worry over cold fingers and extra jackets. Winter is a queer time for readjustment, especially when everyone's hibernation instinct is kicking in and they'd all rather sleep than live.

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[pinkneonchick]

The other day I saw you in annenburg eating .. so I texted you and said "Turn around!"

... but I accidentally sent it to a guy I'm seeing out of force of habit, and when his confused "...why...?" reply came, you were already walking out the door so I couldn't send the text to the right person.

Damn.

[skecherod]

Gah! That would terrify me. Instead of turning around, I'd probably hide in my jacket and ask the other people with me to scout for snipers. That's scary, man!